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A Wonderful Tuesday

This last Tuesday was just a lovely Tuesday. 
It was so lovely in fact that we didn't take any pictures. 

Sammy has started working part time at the bank because he's headed back to school. So, he had the day off. We decided last week to get out of bed when the alarm actually goes off, and go for a morning run. That has been honestly amazing. We have so much more energy throughout the day, we're happier, and we're getting our exercise. Plus, when we have to take a break and walk, we hold hands which is great. 

Sammy came and met up with me for lunch which was fantastic. It's so special when he comes and visits me in the middle of the day. We got real tacos together which was great. Sammy also checked the mail knowing that I had some bracelets coming, and brought them for me. So I got my bracelets, and my spousie. 

When Sammy was about to leave, one of my favorite patrons came in. My first week of starting, he kept proposing to me and telling me that when I was ready to take my ring off, he'd be outside. I ran up to him and said hey! Guess what! My husband's here, look he's real!" 
The patron was flustered, then gave Sammy a bro hug, and told him that I hadn't lied about having a handsome husband. 

When I made it home, we snuggled and had pizza rolls for dinner. It was such a wonderful day. 

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